Angel City Police Station
Darcy came in and put her coffee on the desk and held her head. She took a deep breath and then looked at Specs and Slugger.
“What happened last night?” Darcy asked.
“Aerobicide got dismantled,” Specs said, “And Scorpion stung Slugger.”
“Oh you poor thing,” Darcy was really sorry about shocking him, “I’m sorry.”
“Morning,” Detective Steve Rafferty said coming in from the bathroom.
There was sharp clicks of heels of a woman strutting closer with purpose and anger, Darcy along with her co-workers turned and looked at fake federal agent in their mists, Felicity Harmon clad in black heeled knee boots, a knee length black skirt suit that showed off her curves and her hair done to convey her authority and anger.
“Why did I learn about Black Cat and Spiderman being spotted this morning on the news?” Felicia shouted channeling J. Jonus Jameson.
“Agent Harmon,” Detective Michael Russo walked in, “Please to meet you.”
“Sit down Detective,” Felicia snapped, enjoying taking control of the room of cops, “Now I asked a question and I want an answer!”
“We tried to call you Agent Harmon,” Steve spoke up, “But you cards had the number to an office number. We did leave voice mails.”
Felicia narrowed her gaze on the cute detective and Detective Walker’s current partner. She knew he was lying, they called only about an hour ago. But Felicia didn’t really care, she was just having fun with the police making them squirm.
“Pull out your phones!” Felicia held up the smart phone the Special Agent-In-Charge had given her and started rattling off its number, “Now I am waiting!”
Every one texted her with their names so she had all of their contact information. She turned to Russo and broke out in a seductive smile.
“Detective Russo, Michael is it?” Felicia held out her hand to greet him, “I’m Agent Felicity Harmon, Department of Homeland Security. Pleasure to meet you.”
Felicia stole a glance from the corner of her eye at Darcy clenching her phone so hard she might break it. Michael took the hand in a warm shake.
“Like wise,” Michael smiled.
“I look forward to debriefing you on your local problems as well,” Felicia played the card and then twisted the knife in Darcy’s side, “Maybe over diner?”
“Excuse me,” Darcy got up and left the room.
*
Daily Bugle, New York
“AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! And don’t come back without his hide!” J.J. tossed a cast iron ash tray after the retreating Peter Parker.
“Any injuries?” the new secretary asked.
“Not this time,” Peter complained, “You would think helping an old lady would at least get some brownie points! Well I’m sure you know what J.J. wants.”
“The entire building heard,” the Secretary rolled her eyes, “Here is your ticket, plane leaves in four hours.”
*
Greek Games Limited, New York City
Malice Hydra ran her hand over the programmer still bound in the leather fuck sack, with a kiss she awakened the young woman that she had tortured and manipulated last night. She was debating remounting the double ended feeldo still housed in the young woman’s love box when Jessica walked in.
“Mother wants us,” Jessica intoned, “Shower and be ready.”
*
Hydra Controlled Airport, New Jersey
The plane was an off the assembly line private passenger jet, the kind featured on all celebrity and fortune 500 profiles. The three passengers and the crew ignored the locals that had rented the airstrip for remote control airplane competitions and practice while they loaded up the hardened boxes of luggage and prepare for takeoff.
Among the crowd was a pair of guys with a miniature B-29 bomber.
“Think we will get any more air time?” one asked out loud meaning (should we report this to base?)
“Nah, look at the VIPs, 3 executives will take forever. Let’s pack up and get a pizza,” the other answered, (Of course, two known HVTs and one being hidden while they board. Call the Helicarrier ASAP.)